We might not make it to 20.

It started wonderfully. I woke up to a surprise from Lloyd – a super-cool necklace (made from wood) and a copy of the book Wicked (since I’m always singing songs from the musical though I’ve never seen it). I was heartily impressed that he managed to surprise me! Well done, Lloyd.

I bought him nothing.

I went to work early, had a good day, and told everyone that I wasn’t staying there forever since I needed to go home to take a nap. Our traditional anniversary evening is to order Chinese take-out and watch a movie, and I was so beat I didn’t think I’d make it through the movie.

So, home by 4:30 (woo-hoo!!!), out like a light.

Around 5:30 a faint beeping woke me up. I was pretty sure it would be Lloyd asking me to call in the food order. I grumpily woke up and while listening to the voice mail, walked by this sitting on my computer stool:

At the same time I’m reading this I’m hearing Lloyd’s voice on the message saying something about the car breaking down. So confusing. I checked my phone – he had called about five times. He also called Harold who came over to leave the note, and I completely slept through that.

Oops.

Luckily Charles saved the day. He went to Lincoln to get Lloyd from his hot car on this humid day and brought him safely home. Thank you, Charles, you’re a superhero!

So, our car is in a repair shop in Lincoln with my phone charger sitting inside (rats), but after all that we got to sit down to Chinese food and watch the Netflix movie that’s been sitting on our dining room table for weeks: Stake Land. A brief synopsis:

This genre-bending thriller combines vampires, religious fanatics and post-apocalyptic horrors with a coming-of-age tale that finds drifter Mister training young Martin to survive the nightmare that has become America. I’m sure that I can stop typing now as you get the gist of the film.

I remember crashing like that at the end of my very first week of teaching. There was a massive thunderstorm and I locked my husband out of the house. I was not awakened by my husband or by the thunder. Kids’ll do that to ya.